Break Me (Caged Hearts Book 2)

by West, Heather

  “It’s time,” he told Jasper.

  “Right, yes, let’s go,” Jasper clapped his hands together and bounced up and down on the spot, trying to fire himself up.

  “You’ve got this,” Carl told him as he patted him on the shoulder as the pair of them walked down a corridor towards the arena. The chanting of the crowd made the walls around them eerily tremble. They sounded louder than usual, more riled up. The noise made Jasper even more apprehensive about the fight. Usually he played off the energy of the crowd, but now it was subduing him. He wasn’t ready for this.

  Already, his knee was causing him to grind his teeth together, and he was merely walking. What would happen when he was maneuvering around the ring or trying to execute a round kick?

  “Come on, it’s go time!” Carl had to shout to be heard over the roar of the crowd. Jasper could just make out the distant boom of the announcer calling his name. The crowd grew even louder.

  Bunching his hands into fists by his side, Jasper took a deep, steading breath, pushed open the double doors before him, and entered the arena.

  Chapter 21

  The crowd was on their feet when Jasper entered the arena. People were eagerly waving homemade banners at him and screaming his name. Kait also stood up and felt her heart quicken when she saw him striding confidently towards the ring. His head was held high, and his shoulders were pushed back. He looked so handsome yet fierce. She pitied whoever was coming up against him as his opponent. At least she did until they came out.

  For a few seconds, the crowd died down so that the announcer could welcome to the ring “Timmy the Terror from Tamworth.”

  With a name like Timmy, Kait wasn’t expecting much, but she was wrong. His name didn’t do him justice. He was equal to Jasper in both height and build with a shock of fire red hair atop his head and pale skin adorned with numerous dark tattoos sleeved up both arms.

  Timmy baited the crowd, revealing his bright red gum shield which already made it look like he was bleeding profusely at his teeth. Perhaps he soon would be. Kait felt a knot form in her stomach. Timmy darted around the ring like a ping pong ball, raising his hands to the crowd encouraging them to scream even louder, whilst Jasper remained in his corner, stoic and ominous.

  The crowd reached fever pitch as Timmy was told to go to his respective corner. And bell rung, and the fight commenced.

  Chapter 22

  Jasper had heard of Timmy. He was a hard and fast fighter. He was more accustomed to bare knuckle fighting than gloved. He was a fierce opponent and not someone to underestimate.

  After the bell had rung, both men approached the center of the ring, bouncing on their feet, ready to dart out of the way of a punch. Jasper swiped first and missed, his hand connecting with empty air. He silently cursed himself as he drew his fist back in. Timmy narrowed his eyes menacingly at him. Jasper threw another punch, and Timmy expertly leaned away from it. Before Jasper had drawn his arm back in, Timmy came at him throwing quick, powerful punches. His fists connected with Jasper’s chest first, knocking the air out of him and then travelled up to his jaw and his nose. With a sickening crack, Jasper heard it break before he felt the rush of warm blood which followed.

  Chapter 23

  Kait clamped a hand to her mouth and tried not to cry. Despite her seat being some way from ringside, she could clearly make out the torrent of blood now gushing from Jasper’s nose. But all he did was wipe at it with his wrapped knuckles and advance back towards the center of the ring. He was taking a brutal beating, and Kait wasn’t sure that she could watch.

  “Duboix’s going down!” Some of the crowd fearfully prophesied. Kait willed them not to be true. Jasper could come back from this. But his shirt was now soaked with his old blood. Surely it was over for him.

  Chapter 24

  Timmy threw several more punches. They connected with Jasper’s chest, and he could barely breathe. But somehow he remained standing; he had to. If he went down now, it would be all over. The shouts of the crowd became a distant droning, and he forced himself to focus only on Timmy. The red head was gearing up for another punch. Jasper wasn’t about to go down like this. He could feel his knee aching, burning in protest as he forced his entire weight upon it. It was now or never. He needed to floor Timmy and quickly as his body couldn’t last for any more rounds.

  As Timmy came at him, Jasper moved with such fast fluidity that no one could have seen his maneuver coming. He moved on to his back leg and kicked repeatedly at Timmy. Three, perfectly timed kicks which landed in his chest and then his jaw.

  Panting, Jasper dropped his legs to the ground just as his bad knee gave way. He toppled to his knees breathing hard and clutching at his bad leg, but thankfully Timmy had fallen first. He fell backwards, coughing out blood from where Jasper had dislodged a tooth when he’d kicked his jaw. With the air so sharply knocked out of him when Timmy hit the mat, he was unable to get back up.

  Jasper remained on his knees as the referee counted to ten. It seemed to take forever. Jasper was wincing in pain, trying not to let the crowd see the agony he was in. But his knee was ruined. His decision to end with some kicks hadn’t been the best one he’d ever made. Hopefully it had been enough to grant him victory.

  The referee tapped the mat beside Timmy who still couldn’t get up. Jasper had won. The crowd went wild, and some even started to boo, probably because they had hoped it would last a few more rounds so that they could get their money’s worth. Jasper knew that he needed to stand up, to address his fans, but he couldn’t. His knee was too damaged to take his weight. He shot Carl, who was nervously poised by the ring a pained look. Seconds later, Carl was climbing in to the ring and kneeling down beside him.

  “Is everything alright?” He asked the question straight into Jasper’s ear.

  “No. I’ve blown my knee and can’t get up.” Jasper hung his head. He knew that this wasn’t what Carl wanted. Jasper was supposed to be doing a victory lap at present, relishing in his glory. Instead, he was about to be stretched out of the ring like the broken fighter he really was.

  “Okay, stay there,” Carl nodded solemnly at him before standing up and gesturing for a medic. The waiting paramedics hurried up in to the ring. One of them went to tend to Timmy whilst two focused on Jasper.

  “I can’t get up,” he explained to them, “it’s my knee.”

  “Okay, we’ll get a gurney,” the paramedic nearest to him decided. Jasper groaned both in pain and in humiliation. He could just imagine what people on Twitter would say about him leaving the fight like this. People would speculate that he was done, that his days of competitively fighting were over.

  Chapter 25

  “Come on, get up,” Kait urged Jasper as he continued to remain on his knees in the ring. He had won, the announcer had told the crowd as much, so why wasn’t he celebrating? He should be jeering at the crowd and smiling in triumph. Instead, his blood stained face was contorted in pain.

  Panic tightened Kait’s chest as she saw the paramedics go over to him. Clearly something was seriously wrong. Blinking back tears, she told herself that at least he was getting medical help. But how badly was he hurt?

  Moments later, he was being stretchered out of the ring. He kept his gaze away from the crowd, and Kait let a solitary tear fall down her cheek. Was he ashamed of his exit or just in an insane amount of pain? Either way, Kait knew that she needed to get to him. He surely needed her now more than ever. She started to weave her way out of her seating aisle. She could hear people gossiping about Jasper throwing around terms like ‘past it’ and ‘worn out.’ It was all she could do not to turn around and remind them that Jasper was a true champion. She thought of all that she’d learned about him online. He’d overcome so much adversity to get to where he was, and his fans were already turning on him. How fickle people could be. But not Kait. She would be there for him no matter what. It wasn’t even the fighter she cared about; it was Jasper Duboix the man who she had fallen for – the guy who would risk his own saf
ety to protect a stranger in distress.

  Kait was hurrying towards the backstage area of the venue. People were already filtering out towards the car park in their hundreds, and she had to move against them like a salmon struggling to get up steam. She had to get to Jasper. She had to know that he was alright.

  Chapter 26

  Jasper was perched on the end of the sofa in his dressing room, his bad leg raised up on a nearby foot stool.

  “Hospital!” Carl said the word as though it were venomous. “The paramedics want to take you to hospital. The press would have a field day with that.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Jasper insisted with a grimace. He knew what a visit to hospital would mean – X rays and numerous tests and perhaps doctor’s orders to stay off his knee for a few weeks. Carl would hate that.

  “Do you know how it looked out there?” Carl gestured madly towards the closed door of the changing room. “You’re going to be a laughing stock, Jasper!”

  “I won,” Jasper said behind clenched teeth. “That was what you wanted, right? A win?”

  “But a winner walks off the stage like a champion!” Carl insisted, his cheeks bright red. “You were stretchered off as if you were the one who had lost! It doesn’t look good, Jasper. It doesn’t look good at all.”

  Closing his eyes, Jasper tried to distance himself from Carl’s anger. The pain medication the paramedics had given him had started to work, and he was beginning to feel blissfully numb, the pain in his leg now just a dull ache.

  “If your leg is bad, you throw some well-placed punches,” Carl was prattling on even though Jasper had ceased listening. “You don’t leave yourself vulnerable like you did. You were reckless, Jasper, and it’s going to cost you.”

  “Can you please leave?” Jasper parted his eyes to glare at his agent. He’d had enough. He wanted to just be alone with his thoughts for a while.

  “So now you’re pushing me away?” Carl poked a finger at his own chest. “I’m the only person on your side!”

  “I’m tired, and I have a headache.”

  This seemed to appease Carl who shrugged and shoved his hands in to his trouser pockets. “Okay, well rest up in here for a while. Best to let the crowds disperse before they get another chance to see you hobbling about like an invalid.”

  Jasper clenched his jaw. Everything was about maintaining an image; what about his well-being?

  “I’ll go and arrange some discreet travel to get you back to your place,” Carl nodded at Jasper before leaving.

  Chapter 27

  The burly security guard who barred the way towards the back stage area thankfully recognized Kait. He gave her his best attempt at a smile before letting her past.

  “Thanks,” Kait told him breathlessly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d moved so fast. Her heart beat drummed madly in her ears. She had to get to Jasper. She hurried down the familiar corridor and found his dressing room. She took a few seconds to catch her breath before promptly knocking on the door. When there was no reply, she took the plunge and just opened it.

  It was relatively dark inside with only one small lamp towards the back of the room providing any light. Quietly, Kait went in and closed the door behind her.

  “I thought I told you to leave,” Jasper snarled from where he was sat on the sofa, his head leaned back and his eyes closed.

  “Jasper…it’s me. Kait.”

  When he heard her voice, his head snapped up and his eyes opened.

  “Oh my God, are you okay?” She ran to his side and looked down in horror at his supported leg. The blood which had been flowing down his face was now cleaned away, but she could see the swelling beneath his eyes and around his nose which would darken and bruise. He was in bad shape.

  “I saw what happened,” Kait spluttered nervously. “I came to support you and when that… that guy hit you,” she reached for Jasper’s hand and squeezed it. To her surprise, he quickly snatched it away, scowling angrily at her.

  “I didn’t ask you to come tonight.”

  Kait’s mouth flapped open, her words suddenly stolen from her. Why was he angry at her? She’d done a nice thing in coming to support him; how could he possibly be mad?

  “Jasper…” she began tentatively. In her mind, she was still reeling from the horror of seeing so much blood gushing out of him. “I just wanted to be here for you.” She reached for his hand again, but he moved it beyond her grip.

  “Did you enjoy seeing me be humiliated?” He asked spitefully.

  “What?” Kait was now sitting beside him on the sofa, but he wouldn’t look directly at her. His gaze was distant as he swept across the other half of the dressing room.

  “Of course I didn’t enjoy seeing you get hurt. Jasper, it killed me to see you go through that.”

  “Then how do you think I feel?” Jasper barked. Now he was looking at her. His eyes burning with rage. “This is my career, Kait, my whole life. I looked weak out there which means I risk losing it all, and without my fighting, I have nothing.”

  Kait flinched at his words. He blatantly didn’t have nothing; he had her. She was there by his side where she felt he belonged. But perhaps, he didn’t think that she was enough.

  “Jasper, you’ll always have me,” she offered kindly.

  He grunted in disapproval.

  “Is there anything I can do?” She asked, looking down at his damaged leg. “Could I make you a cup of tea or something?”

  “Yeah, because that will fix everything,” Jasper snapped sarcastically.

  “I’m just trying to help.”

  “If you want to help, then why don’t you go back in time and stop me getting my ass kicked in front of a packed out arena. Can you do that?”

  Kait was staring down at her hands. She hadn’t expected Jasper to be like this. She thought he’d have melted against her as she embraced him, grateful that she was there. He was weak, and he should be leaning on her, but instead he was acting like a cornered feral animal and just blinding lashing out.

  “I’m sorry the fight didn’t go the way you had hoped it would.” She told him sincerely.

  “You think?” Jasper gave a cruel laugh. “Winning only counts if it looks like it came easily. Now everyone will be gunning for me and my title. I’m a laughing stock.”

  Kait knitted her hands in to a tight basket. She bit her lip and tried to remain calm. Jasper was just upset over what had happened. He was lashing out at her because he could, because he cared about her, but she was starting to grow tired of his nasty attitude.

  “Can you just go,” Jasper gestured towards the door. The remark pushed Kait over the edge.

  “I came here for you!” she seethed at him. “I came here because I care about you! Because I want to support you and your career! And all you can do is be mean to me when I’ve done nothing wrong!”

  Kait was climbing to her feet, shoving her handbag on to her shoulder and preparing to leave.

  “Are we actually even together, Jasper?” She demanded tersely. “You say that we are, but you sure as hell don’t act like it. I barely see you, and when I do, it’s just about sex!”

  “You want to talk about this now!” Jasper shouted at her. “Can’t you see I’ve got bigger things going on?”

  “Well, that’s it, isn’t it?” Kait cried, raising her hands up in the air in defeat. “Everything will always be bigger and more important than me. And do you know what, I’m tired of it!”

  Kait blinked back tears, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

  “Somewhere inside you there is a decent guy, a guy who would endanger himself to save a stranger. I’ve every interest in dating that guy but not this…this self-involved shell you too often become.”

  Kait could feel that her tears were close. She wouldn’t be able to hold them back much longer.

  “When you’re ready to be a decent guy, the kind of guy I actually deserve, give me a call. Until then, you can go to hell!”

  Kait stormed ou
t of the room almost colliding with the smartly dressed man on the other side of it. He gave her a bemused look as she apologized and hurried off down the corridor.

  Chapter 28

  “Well, that explains a lot,” Carl said smugly as he entered the dressing room and turned on the main lights. Jasper scowled at him and stiffened on the sofa. “I told you no distractions.”

  “She’s not a distraction,” Jasper insisted, loathing that he had to defend himself.

  “She sure as hell looks like one,” Carl noted. “What was she even doing here?”

  “Saying goodbye,” Jasper explained bitterly.

  “Right, well, good then.” Carl frowned as he looked down at Jasper’s damaged leg.